They told me Phoenix would be hot in July. They were not kidding.
We made it down all the way through Big Sur to Santa Barbara and then up across the mountains and the valley and up some more mountains to Sequoia and King’s Canyon National Parks. Then, the day before yesterday, we flew from Fresno to Pheonix and here we are, just back at mom’s friend Vladimiro’s apartment after a two day roadtrip up to Grand Canyon.
The closest thing to a holy place a geographer with a weakness for geology can come.
What we’re doing tomorrow, I don’t know. On Tuesday, we start the journey back home. On Wednesday morning, I’ll be landing in Stockholm. Back to reality. It feels surreal.
Katja Malmborg 